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Try it again, only this time put the bricks together with mortar like a real house would be.
“Moderately” cool? C’mon, Wm. (or is it Steven?), this is WAY cool!
Anything that involves some sort of cannon and destruction that doesn’t equate to loss of life, liberty, and the pursuit of the perfect doughnut is officially cool!
Well, chappies, this item strikes a new low in humour don’t you know. E’gad, is this fellow serious? This is. . . well, excellent. Hysterical. The man is a sophisticated bon vivant.
As anyone who follows British humour knows, bathroom jokes strike the typical Brit as hysterical much in the same manner a fart joke ellates the typical American six year old. Benny Hill would be thrilled and would plagarize it in a Scot’s minute.
Wait until the boys at the home office in Llandred Wells, Wales, hear about this.
Warmest regards,
Murph
Baron Sir J. Murphy Witherington,
Rear Admiral, Royal Navy (ret), OBE, BfD
Commander, North American Division
The International Guild of Satirists, Humourists, Comedians & Pranksters, Ltd.
P.S. Funny
Could it take out the Merc’s office, which is none too stout?
Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin-chins.
How ’bout the hair of your butty-butt-butt?s